Soft fluffs, amicably nourished by the warmth of sunlight, slowly hovered over the earth that had changed beyond recognition. From the outside, their smooth movements looked more like a free dance, which has the property of a mystery not solved by the human race.
Everywhere there was the smell of roses - small islands of bushy buds now and then came across at every step and, barely shaking their heads, were bewitchingly talking to each other.
As if adopting the behavior of blossoming flowers, the trees reaching for the flawless azure of the sky swayed their emerald leaves to the beat of the gliding breeze and responded to its innocent play with a measured meek rustle.
And in this sweet bliss, it seemed that the houses were reaching out to the alluring embrace of the sun, eagerly striving to imprint on their double-slope crown of yellow bricks the traces left by the radiant touches of mother spring. Following the blissful mystery, nature with its once familiar course was filled with different shades. And if now it was perceived more as a routine, a few decades ago it seemed an unprecedented luxury and a distant dream...

Intro: Feathers

Project "4Æ🤍"
Each melody is a single story cycle that carries a magical story through musical narrative.
I close my eyes and visualize love clearly. Love has a color, and I firmly believe that it is white, like milk. And all love in its entirety is an endless universe flooded with whiteness with deep essential manifestations that absorb thousands and thousands of different events ... Confessions of lovers in gloomy alleys, where, despite the relentless movement of time, two share with each other the secrets and riots of their own hearts. A paper card painted with bright felt-tip pens and presented to Mom for her birthday. The tenderness of a small plump hand of a rosy-cheeked child, affectionately rubbing the ears of a dog left homeless in the maze of city streets. Sincere words, imbued with spiritual kindness to the neighbor and the environment. The embrace of the caring sun, peacefully stretching its rays towards everything on earth in an attempt to protect from the breath of cold. The movements of butterflies with transparent wings, bewitching with their lightness. A dense aroma of blossoming almonds, appealing with notes of sweet bitterness to nostalgic feelings. A motley scattering of buds skillfully scattered among islands of emerald leaves.
All this and much more - what is in each of us, and what is love. Pure manifestations of human nature. Sincerely and for love.

Intro: Feathers

Foxyleesa | 4Æ🤍